Eat what you’re served or don’t eat at all!

I still don’t get why breakfast is the most important meal of the day. I mean, yes, I’m as grumpy as they come when I’ve not had breakfast, but why? Why do we even have to sit through any kind of meal at all? Can’t we just have another means of passing the 6 classes of food into our systems?

Sometimes you eat not because you’re hungry but because maturity demands that you have food in your stomach. And then as if that is not enough, you now have to force yourself through meals that you’d rather not eat but have to just because that’s the healthy option or you don’t have any other choices at your disposal. In scenarios like that, the first instinct will be to grumble and ask why you’re served such boringly unworthy meals. But no sooner than you start that train of thought you remember that there’s someone who’s probably looking for even half that kind of meal or someone who’s barely even had water in the last couple of days. And in that instance, your complaints sound greatly like ingratitude.

While growing up, during moments of such complaint, granny always made sure you sit through such meals, whether you’re sulking or not. And you must finish the food by all means. Quite unfortunately for me, that became a part of me and I don’t think there’ll be a time when I’ll outgrow sulking at the dinning table especially when a meal I don’t like is served. Because there’s always going to be that meal that I know I have to eat if I’m to stay healthy and I know for sure that I’m never really going to get used such meals nor grow to like it. I’m sure of that fact.

It’s the same with relationships and other spheres of life, there are things you’d rather not take but because you don’t have any other healthy option at your disposal and you can’t really control it, you have to condone what you’re served with a not so bright smile and not so great attitude, for such is life. You have to eat what you are served. No room for complaints. Or you don’t eat at all.

14 thoughts on “Eat what you’re served or don’t eat at all!”

  1. Geez…This is so much like vegetable soup in all its glory. I have to sit maturely and calmly while masticating both its leaf n small branch u can’t avoid while plucking from d stem. Sometimes I have to eat the curly fragile stem at the tip too. I heard it gives blood. I don’t like it. I don’t like it pls

    1. 😂😂😂😂😂😂
      I don’t even know how to respond to this.
      I don’t like either
      But we all need blood don’t we?😂😂😂😂

          1. Well, this is a tough call. We need blood but we don’t eat blood. But veggies taste like blood in plant we have to eat it all the same. This analysis is giving me mild headache so lemme just coman be going fez

  2. Chai, this sound a lot like melon to me when i was much younger. It did use to irritate Mr so much, the sight of it reminds me of baby poo left on the napkins but u have to eat else u are an ungrateful child. I endure it, eat very little and will about still very hungry until one day my system could not stand it and i throw up. When asked i say my body doesn’t want melon and that’s how i was vindicated, it was known i don’t eat melon soup, hmmmmmmm.

    1. Hahaha….I’m amazed at survival skills. OMG!😂😂.
      Vindicated indeed! You must have been too smart for your age.

  3. Natty brother

    Well! We naturally have the liberty to decide what’s good for us when we have varieties to chose from or if we are allowed to chose. Where there are no alternatives, the available just have to be desirable.
    Life doesn’t always give us what we desire and we call it fate.
    We r together in this struggle. I motivate us.

  4. sekani charlz

    reminds me of when i used to dislike okro soup…but now i cook it often, prolly because it’s the quickest fix. I’ve even experimented many fantasy methods of preparing it lol. thanks to bachelorhood. but there’s something about the one they make at home…

    1. Hahaha. the one with the making it healthy tag! I’ll tell your mum.
      @Liz and @mmphun you remember does this dislike confession ring a bell?

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